Confession. I was one self-righteous, know-it-all bitch Before Children [BC]. It’s true. I knew it ALL.
Anything wrong with a kid? It’s their mum’s fault. Sometimes their dad’s. But mainly mum… because she CHOSE the dad after all. In my, far from humble, opinion parents were entirely responsible for everything their kids did, thought, said and broke.
And I knew WHY. Those parents didn’t FOLLOW THE RULES. You see, parenting rules exist that will guarantee a perfect child. Simple rules that I would often remind parents, even when they hadn’t asked, to help them. To guide them. To fix their brat.
We’re talking parenting rules I swore to myself I would uphold. And, of course, as the perfect parent, I would embark on raising the perfect child. *Insert wild, unhinged laughter here.
So, full steam ahead with the confessions, here are the 10 parenting rules I totally broke.
#1 – I will not use a dummy
It took me less than a week to let go of that one. Oh sweet, sweet dummy. How I loved the feel of you in my hand as I groped in the bassinet next to the bed under the blanket of darkness in the dead of the night to plug the screaming hole of my firstborn son. I brought a packet of them to hospital when my second son was born. I BEGGED him to take it.
“I tried every shape and size, even coating them in breast milk to TRICK HIM INTO SUCKING IT.”
Be careful what you wish you for. Turns out with number two I WAS the dummy. Take that you pious bitch.
#2 – My child will never sleep in the same bed as me
It’s the second night of my life as a new mum and the midwife offers to take my screaming newborn to the nursery with all the other babies so I can get some sleep. ‘Ok’ I said as I watched her wheel him out of my room, ripping my heart out as she did. He was gone 15 minutes before I went to get him. The photo above is how Mark found me when he got to the hospital in the morning. I promised myself it was just to get us through that one night.
Ahem. You know that feeling when you haven’t slept for 3 months and you’ve got up so many times in the night that you can’t remember putting the baby back to bed… where is the baby?? Did I feed him last time or just change his nappy? Did I feed on both boobs, or the same one twice? Why is he crying? Shhhhhh… rock, rock…. shhhhhhh… rock, rock…. shhhhhh rock, rock. Oh forget it, just lay next to me. THAT was how I broke rule #2 at home. And how, 8 years later, I simply just move over when I hear the sound of my 5 year old’s bare feet padding down the hall to my room in the middle of the night. He’s warm and cuddly. It gets a bit crowded when the 8-year-old joins us every now and then, but I don’t turn him away either. Still feeling smug Tan?
#3 – I will not ‘pick my battles’. Every battle is worth it… and they need to learn that I’m the boss
Aahahahahahahaha. Ow, my sides are splitting. Dear BC TAN. You were an idiot. There are sooo many battles that have never been fought, won or lost here. Yes, you can wear your swim rashy on top of your jumper because it matches your rubber boots to the shop. Why not? Yes, you can take every teddy bear you own to bed because they will be sad without you tonight. Of course. No, you don’t have to eat the toast that I accidentally cut into triangles instead of squares. I understand it doesn’t taste the same. Just don’t cross me at bedtime. That’s not negotiable. Most of the time.
#4 – I will not use food as currency to bribe my child
Well… what kind of values does that teach? I never understood the power of a promised [insert biscuit/yoghurt squeezy/ice-block/cupcake/smiley-face biscuit here] to ‘encourage’ a wilful kid to do just about anything really. Parenting Tip: carrying around any number of those bribes in your oversized handbag can make or break a public outing.
#5 – I will only feed my child organic, additive-free food
What?? Best intentions and all that…. My kids actually eat well. I’ve been pretty good at keeping their diet healthy. Additive-free is a stretch though and only organic? I’d have to take out a second mortgage to pull that one-off. I have fed them McDonalds too. Oh the shame….
#6 – I will limit my child’s television viewing to no more than 30 mins per day
Oh don’t look at me like that. How was I to know that I would do anything to have an uninterrupted telephone conversation or cook dinner without tiny ‘helping’ hands or do a poo on my own or just sit and be quiet?? And with the new ABC stations, there’s ALL DAY kids shows WITHOUT COMMERCIALS. The cheapest babysitting you’ll ever find. And you get to have a perve-fest on Sportacus. Eye candy eating sports candy… hmmmmm.
#7 – I will not ‘give in’ to my child’s constant nagging for something at the supermarket cash register
Unless I’m on my own with the kids and everyone looking has a grimace/scowl/frown/look of pain or pity on their faces. Oh wait. That’s every time.
#8 – My house will always be spotless… because that’s all I have to do. Look after my child and clean my house. Easy.
Yes, I’m shaking my head in disbelief too. One time while the tv was babysitting so I could enjoy one of my uninterrupted phone conversations, my, single, super-neat friend said to me “I spent all morning cleaning and my floors are so spotless you could eat off them” I looked around in despair and replied “You could eat off mine too… ‘cause that’s where all the fucking food is”
#9 – I will never yell at my child. Yelling is just a loss of control reserved for incapable mums
Yes. I was deluded. I yell at the tv when someone’s annoying. I yell at bad drivers on the road and cyclists who forget that they’re sharing the road with bad drivers. I yell at my mum, my sister, my brother, my husband. I yell at the PLAYROOM when it’s in a mess. I yell at weeds when I pull them out and the root breaks off and stays in the fucking ground. I yell at my cupboard if I’m out of coffee. How the hell I thought I would EVER not yell at my kids, who drive me insane, still astounds me. I yell. They look alive. I buy myself 2 minutes of peace. They go back to whatever it is. It’s a loud, predictable dance.
#10 – My child will not dictate my schedule. They will fit into my life, not the other way around
Oh.. shut up.
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